Pushing through the topsoil, I'm blinking in the lightShading my eyes from the morning sunI just wish that I could still see the world sometimesThe way I saw the world when I was youngSleeping with a gun, sleeping with a gunSleeping with a gun under my pillowSometimes it gets lonely, being valiantly aloneSometimes I wish I was there with youI get sad just thinking of all the little thingsI never ever had the heart to doSleeping with a gun, sleeping with a gunSleeping with a gun under my pillowIf I looked out of a different windowWould the snow still fall as beautiful?